"undeterminable" poems
I have a Bleeding Soul
A soul that thrives off apathy
A soul that withers in dubiety
A soul that was once filled with the joy
The never ceasing joy
The undeterminable youth
The stringent yet flourishing confidence
All gone
One drop at a time
It was a pain to love all too well
However not wisely
The subconscious suspects the false
A single lie
Fade to black
Strangled in the dark
No hand to pull you up
To slowly emerge from the darkness
From a single lie
For a soul to be filled with joy again
The subconscious suspects
Mental torture
Reflex ambiguity
As the cut gets deeper
The blood gets darker
One drop at a time
One word at a time
One sorrow at a time
I'm sorry I loved you too well
But not wisely forever more
I bandage the wound but the blood still rebels
I have a Bleeding Soul
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
the mood, set by cheap christmas lights,
is somber.
the sun will rise soon, saying goodbye
to another sleepless night filled with
half-hearted attempts at productivity.
words blare into ears through tiny buds and wires.
the darkness, now, feels permanent.
this is the way i like it: dark
and somber.
when the sun rises obligations and responsibilities resume.
apathy consumes me
fills me to the core.
for now, out the window, little dots of light illuminate
few details in the blackness.
only outlines of leafless trees are seen
highlighted by squares of brightness from windows.
i prefer the way the darkness feels
it is not unfriendly as it wraps me up
in its blanket of indigo
lovingly, it caresses me,
holding me tight
as I sit, gazing outside.
the mood, set by cheap christmas lights,
is confused.
what i want is undeterminable.
but, in the dark it does not matter.
daylight comes soon
and with it
all of my nightmares.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
A question mark is our eternal punctuation
Under our initials added up to an undeterminable sum
Green lights were once desirable
But that red was much too fast
Fiction, we're surrounded by fiction
And books are so loud
But we are quiet
And we are real
-c.j.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Escaping the threats of death
While in cave, in mom's womb
I say welcome to my abode
Alive you came into a new home
If you don't know, I'm Mr. Life
Embrace me fearlessly above board
I'm that priceless breathe in you
You can't trade me for anything at all
Live me with caution and you'll smile
Regrets are yours when carelessly
I bless some hardworking entity
But the lazy, I say no! no! to success
Bless and fulfilled are those
Whose purpose they've known
Woe to the confused entity in misery
I am a fine wood to the brave carvers
They give a lovely craft out of me
But undeterminable by the cowards
Every professional knows me
Footballers says I'm a goal
If you don't play well, you won't score
Doctors call me Mr. Mysterious!
I confuse their mastery in theaters
Whenever I want to leave they can't
stop
The theologian guys know me
They call me the oldest mystery ever
The breath from the supreme God
The greatest brains tried to no avail
You can't make me artificially
Oh! I'm precious and you know that!
I left the greatest Philosophers ravelled
Till they unravelled the hidden mysteries
They've known as the Mysterious one!
The military respects me fearlessly
They take me from some to save others
I'm Mr. Life, your friend, your smile.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Sorrow’s pounding on my door, quarter to midnight, relentless, bill collector after my feelings.
I explain my situation
Unforeseen emotional expenses have left me under budget and no way to make the minimum payment
He’s heard it all before, he can hear the pre-rehearsed lines in my voice and presents me with a predetermined standard payment plan - he acts as the devil and I sign over my soul for an undeterminable amount of time for collateral
It’s useless really, he’ll never get the debt I owe
As soon as emotion comes in I’m going all out, he’ll never get paid
I’m already grief’s ***** and sorrow wants in too,
I’m popular in stocks of hardship and heartless - there are perks to the situation if you choose to see them
Without feeling anger no longer pollutes my mind
Hope passed through but with no vacancy he moved on to someone else, I don’t sleep well, but without emotions I do get to sleep
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC